I did as my father asked. I ate, took my meds. I even took a nap, even though it was short lived. For the only thing on my mind was the Mancini's. And though I was worried sleep claimed me easily. I slept the entirety of Saturday away. I must've been in exhausted because it was the most peace I had in days.

When I finally woke up I looked at my phone on the night stand near my bed and looked at a missed call from Becks. I adjusted my eye and looked at the time and saw that is was now 12:00 in the evening. Thank god.

I look at Becks missed call notifications and all the memories of the past few days flooded my memory. Maybe she can tell me what the hell is going on. I began to call but a sudden knock at the door caught my attention. I hear the mumbling of voices then footsteps making there way upstairs.

"Nemo? You awake?" Dad asked on the outside of my door.

I hung up the phone. "Yeah, dad. I'm awake. Everything okay?" I'm hoping he's not trying to spring that woman in me again. I don't think I'm prepared to deal with that right now.

He slowly began to open the door and peered his head in. "You have a visitor." He said with a wide smile. And to my joy Rebecca came running in almost toppling over my dad.

"Aye. Chica. You okay? Is everything attached? How's you organs and stuff? Am I squeezing you too tight? Even if I am, bare with me? I need this just as much as you." She said. I could tell something was off with her. Her worry is usual but there something else. When she pulled away it confirmed that something else's was wrong. She seems....nervous. She was shaking.

"I'll leave you guys alone for a bit. I'll come back once it's time for meds." Dad said leaving the room.

I nodded and watched as he left. Once he was gone my attention was now completely on Becks. She wasn't in her normal fashion forward style. She wore long sleeves that cover her hands and her hoody was up. "Becks? You good?"

She pulled her hood down and then pulled up her sleeve. She had bruises all over her face and arms. "What the hall happened?" I said loudly. The sound of beeping began to ring in our ears. I look at the monitor next to my bed and then looked back down at my hand. My dad must've put it in me while I slept.

"Calm down, chica. I'll explain everything okay?" She said. A sudden knock at the door caught our attention. Becks quickly covered up her bruises.

"Everything okay? I heard the monitor go off." He said.

I began to take off the sensor and turn off the screen. "Yeah. Everything is fine. Just got a little too excited that's all." I yelled back.

"Ok. Call me if you need me." He said and I could hear the reluctance in his voice. But he left still.

Becks put her hood down but left her sleeves down.

"Spill. Now." I said

"Well, apparently, after Tate dropped you off, him and the boys were going for a round two with Thomas and Kyle again." She said.

"What? Again? What for?"I asked. She averted her eyes from me.

"Well, while you and Tate were studying, and Mike was with his dad, and Timmothy was at practice, I took it upon myself to have a talk with Kyle and Thomas. Kyle was there to mediate everything. And-" she said and the guilt was written all over her face.

"Now why'd you go do that, Becks? Especially, with no one there that had your back? It that where these bruises came from? Did he hit yo-" before I could finish she began to cut me off, and hood thing she did cause I could hear my heart in my ears. It was pounding like a mother.

"No he didn't hit me, though not from a lack of trying. I just wanted to talk to him and try to reason with the pendejo. Ask him why he hated me so much? Then he started spewing a whole bunch of derogatory terms and that's when shit hit the fan. He called me this, I called him that. Started running his mouth off about you, then said somethings about the boys and I kind of-" she suddenly trailed off.

"You kind of what??" I asked

"I punched him." She whispered to herself.

"Rebecca!" I whispered yelled to her.

"I know. But the things he said were so vulgar and cruel, I couldn't just let it slide. Then he tried to get up and hit me bulgur Kyle stepped between us and was about to cam him down and told him to wait in the car. And then me and Kyle got in an argument. I never seen him so angry before. I think I really upset him." I could see the sadness in her eyes grow stronger as the words left her lips.

"Oh, Becks." I reached out for her hands and clasped then in mine.

"After that I just drove home. The next day mi tia, told me what happened to you, and I was gonna call you but she had said you hadn't woken up yet. When I got school the boys looked so angry. Mike and Tim were around me like a wolf around there cubs. Then they kept telling me that I shouldn't go to the party this weekend. I told them I wouldn't cause my partner in crime was out of commission, and of course that when Tate showed up. Then he started bombarding me with questions, like he was genuinely concerned. For the rest of the day, the boys filled me around like puppy dogs. The once I got home mi tia told me you were awake and then I called you." She said in a rumble.

"So why were they acting weird?" I asked.

"Well, little did I know at the time, afterThomas left the diner, he got drunk called up the boys and threatened us. So I guess that's why they were on edge saying we shouldn't go. But they didn't see there phones because they were supporting Tate that night at a match. Since no one was at the house, I guess Thomas took that chance to gather up a group of dudes vandalized the property of the Mancini's while the boys were at match and Mr. Mancini wasn't home."

Something didn't add up. "Wait, so Tate didn't know anything until the next day right?"I asked. She nodded.

"Then why did he ask me not to go the night we studied together? He wouldn't of know what was going on?" I said confused.

"That's true. Maybe you should ask him." She said. I nodded.

"Okay I will." I try to refocus my mind. So the Thomas was the one who vandalized the property. So what ever happened at the party? And why did she never call me back yesterday?

"When you said you called me back yesterday, were you finding all this out, and that's why you didn't call me back?" I asked

"Yes and no. Yes I was finding all this out. But that's not the reason why I didn't call you back. I was kind of preoccupied. The boys wanted to retaliate at the party, That's why Mike and Tim didnt want us to come. I had spent majority of Friday night finding everything out, and then all of Saturday trying to talk them out of it. But of course my word couldn't reach them so I decided to go to stop them in person, but I was a little too late. When I got there they were already in the middle of confronting them and before I could even get a word in Thomas through a punch at Mike. Then of course Kyle tried to break it up, and then Tate told him to back off. And then Tate through a punch at him and the a whole brawl broke out. It was terrible. The whole party began brawling. Then I guess the neighbors called the police. I scrambled to find the boys through the crowd, got them back to the car and drove the three stupid asses back home, and I stayed with them that night. Didn't want to freak out mi tia."

That's a lot.